Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The day was enveloped with a pearly overcast, but in the absence of the sun everything around us dazzled. As a fine misty rain began to fall lightly, the oneiric atmosphere of the deserted Walled City became more intense. Arm in arm we continued to walk on top of the centuries old walls and along the old cobblestoned paths--cocooned in the surreality of the moment. The historical magnificence of those ancient impenetrable bulwarks and Spanish style structures witnessed how something as prosaic and tiresome as a walk in the rain could turn out to be a string of moments of pure beauty that would, at all times, bring sparkle to our existence.

Several offers to ride in a horse-drawn carriage we all refused. We walked on, minding neither the rain nor what others might think. I listened to him as he unraveled the mundane yet lovely details of his childhood. With each step, we fell into the rhythm of our personal banter – a collection of nonsense utterances that makes sense only to the two of us.

We walked several kilometers that day, but despite my exhaustion and the pouring rain I wanted to walk a hundred kilometers more just to make the moment last. A small bubble of time together was all we had then, and I didn’t want it to end.

"With each step, we fell into the rhythm of our personal banter – a collection of nonsense utterances that makes sense only to the two of us." - that's so sweet. Have you read Eintein's Dreams? You might want to consider flipping the pages of that. One of my faves.

Noting from Kayni's happy birthday! Btw, I have something for you here: http://witsandnuts.com/2009/01/21/in-case-you-havent-figured-out/